Jinchūriki in Marvel

"sister--"

The horse ran wildly, leaped, and rushed away from the men in black armor holding torches. Fang Jie wiped the blood from his face and walked towards the crowd. He gasped and shouted: "Those are people from the government. They want to rob the miracle doctor's things. They also said they would kill everyone here." We can't just let them kill us. "

"My cousin is right." Fang Ruyi came over with a worried look on her pretty face, "As long as they are not allowed to enter the village, Fang Jie and I can open a way out for everyone."

The two siblings mobilized and encouraged everyone not to surrender. As long as they hold on until dawn, they will be able to escape, because the Ming Cult has a branch on the edge of Taihu Lake. As long as they wait until dawn, there will be a way.

Several men among the villagers were also persuaded. They might have been gangsters who were wanted by the government outside. They settled here because they had no other options. Now that they were chased at their door, they would not be willing to be killed. Immediately, he took out the wooden sticks, hoes and other farm tools at home, and cooperated with the savior-like brother and sister to make up for the leaks. Even so, he looked outside the fence at the surrounding torches and the faint light of the swords.

They looked equally helpless and nervous.

If you hold on here, you will definitely be able to do it. Fang Jie tried his best to evenly breathe. He had been a little too confident before, and when he came to really fight with people, the people in Dongchang were not easily killed like ordinary officers and soldiers. Instead, they came over as if they were not afraid of death, and... He remembered that he was fighting with him. The man in the iron mask who was fighting was very skilled in martial arts. If he didn't have any old injuries, he might be able to defeat him.

He gritted his teeth, obviously still unwilling to do so, and wanted to hit him again after the injury healed.

Fang Ruyi came over at this time, looking at the enemy who was already close at hand, she said: "Get to work... The stubborn methods Uncle Wang and the others gave us should be able to resist for a while..."

They were talking. But they didn't know that Yu Hanzhong, who had been standing there like a sculpture since he entered the village, had his eyes lowered, his fists were clenched and his whole body was shaking. He was muttering silently, breathing up and down. He stared at the two siblings, full of resentment.

Immediately, he walked to the wooden building and secretly picked up the knife he usually used to cut medicine and put it in his sleeve. Then he looked at the wooden building, where the father and two daughters were up there, they should be safe, and they must be safe.

Yu Hanzhong thought like this, and slowly walked towards the two siblings who were talking. Then, he quickened his pace, and the knife for cutting herbs that was shrunk in his armhole fell onto the palm of his hand, and he held it.

Close, four steps.

He also noticed someone approaching and turned his face.

"Uncle Yu, what's wrong with you?"

One step, hand raised.

"What are you doing?" "How reckless!" The two siblings spoke at the same time. With a move of their hands, the whip was whipped away, and the knife used to cut herbs in Yu Hanzhong's hand was knocked out.

The silent man's eyes turned red and he roared angrily: "Pretend to be a good person... Dozens of people here will be killed by you."

The roar exploded in the village, but then, outside the village, tiger claw hooks were thrown over one after another and hooked on the fence. Hundreds of people pulled from all directions. With dozens of crackling sounds, the fence fell apart and broke suddenly, like petals. Bloom, revealing the stamens.

In the entire small village, dozens of people were completely unprotected and exposed to Dongchang's eyes.

"What's going on...I followed Uncle Wang's teachings..." Fang Ruyi stood there dumbfounded, looking at the men in black armor who were crowding in from all directions.

However, a chilling atmosphere has enveloped the entire village. Fighting and shouting came from behind the villagers. Looking from Fang Jie's position, there were already people from Dongchang rushing through the fence and fighting behind the crowd. He killed several old and weak people who quickly came to their senses.

More killings followed. The few men who had stood up on their own initiative rushed forward with farm tools to fight them, but before they could swing the tools in their hands, the other party stepped forward and killed them with one strike. Immediately, the villagers gathered in a crowd, screaming, frightened, and running away like crazy.

Some of the young men who had not yet died in time were stabbed into the back of the neck by someone coming from behind, cut across the neck, then pulled by their hair, and the whole head was torn off from the neck, and thrown into the chaos and panic. Heap, creating more terror.

At this time, the ground had flowed into a river of blood, covering the originally clear ground. Blood filled the sky. In the chaotic time, half of the dozens of people had been lost. The remaining ones were still alive, stepping on the blood and broken pieces of their relatives and friends. block, was driven away in terror, chased, and then captured alive.

When all this happened, the two siblings were stunned for a moment. After killing several Dongchang factory guards who had gathered around them, they rushed into the wooden building and blocked the wooden door. From the curtains, they saw how the villagers were being slaughtered. , how to be tortured, tears streaming down the face, teeth gnashing.

Behind them, the old man was comforting two little girls. The moment he saw his son being beheaded in the chaos, he no longer felt sad.

With a dull look on his face, the old man rubbed the heads of the two little girls, and then said, "Take these two children out. There is a natural cave in the water tank under the wooden building. You should be able to get out."

"Grandpa Yu, what about you?"

"Me?" Yu Chongzhi kissed the cheeks of the two little girls, then pushed them over and brought them in front of Fang Jie and Fang Ruyi. Maybe the old illness was not cured, or maybe a new one came back, so he walked slowly When I went to the old desk, I was writing something and talking.

"I don't want to leave. I'm old and can't walk anymore. When I was young, I read a lot and wanted to be a scholar who could save the world. However, I was still one step away from becoming a scholar. Later... I started to study medicine to save people, thinking to myself In this way, I can still save the common people. According to my heart, I did something. To this day, I still want to write down the prescription... to save people."

However, he stopped with his pen firmly on the paper, his whole body trembling, and his voice came again, "You two siblings... have good intentions... but their thoughts are deviated..."

"Ugh--"

The old man suddenly sighed and sat there.

Fang Jie passed by. The old man looked calm and still held the pen, unmoving. He took out the piece of paper, glanced at it, his expression changed, but finally put it back to its original position.

The prescription for Duyang Huayu Powder was written on it, but unfortunately it was not finished.

Then, outside the wooden building, two buzzing sounds came in through the broken window, spinning and stirring. Fang Jie opened the two small swords, kicked open the wooden door and rushed out. Downstairs, a man in white stood there, with a shadow in the corner of his eyes, a peach-like face, and a faint smile and mockery at the corner of his mouth. He gently raised the sword in his hand, and two silver lights came back.

His tone was calm, "Hand over the prescription."

ps: There are only two updates today, I can’t bear it anymore. After all, during the holidays, there are many things in life. Guests, friends, and family members will all meet, chat, and eat during these days, so it may be later or less frequent. Please forgive me. By the way, I also want to suppress the plot, otherwise it will be too fast, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it by then. Also, don’t dare to write too bloody, after all, it will be banned.